Life Under Denise
Author: Wolfman Sid

My story begins at age 15 when I used to stay at my sister Denise's house. She enjoyed
my help around and house and with her two year old daughter, especially when her
husband was away for weeks at a time for his work. After the work was finished for the
day, the two of us, Denise and I, would relax on the couch and watch television. Quite
often, she would unexpectedly move next to me and blow a fart. I always gave her a
disgusted look and held my nose; she would just laugh uproariously.
After a while I started to enjoy this but I definitely did not want Denise to know, who
know what she'd think? On one day in particular, Denise farted on the couch and
immediately got up to refresh her drink. The urge was too great for me to control so I
raced to the spot where she had dropped her bomb and sniffed the patch of cloth like
crazy. I must have gotten carried away because when I lifted my head I was greeted with
my sister standing there, her arms crossed. She smiled at the sight.
"Hmm..," she said, "Do I get the feeling you enjoy the smells from my bottom, Paul?"
"Erm...no...I mean, I was just...," I said, frantically, trying to rationalize what I was doing.
"Say no more, little bro," she said, laughing. "If you like the smells from my bottom I am
sure we can work something out."
I just looked at her, perplexed.
"Now lie down on the floor and take your glasses off," she demanded.
I, nervously, did as I was told.
Denise stood over me in her very tight denim skirt and from this position I could see her
white knickers showing. My eyes went wide as she lowered her bottom right onto my
face.
She sighed, comfortably. "Does that feel good, Paul?" She asked, mockingly as she
laughed.
After about ten minutes of her sitting on my face, It became increasingly difficult breathe.
"I have something for you," Denise said, and with that my sister raised her bum slightly
and fired a loud and lengthy fart onto my face. "I wanna feel you inhaling it," Denise
ordered.
I complied with her order. The smell was very sour but not too terrible. After a few
seconds, she then got off my face.
I looked at her with eyes of longing for more.
Denise laughed, "Don't worry, little bro. There are more where that came from."


The next day, Denise called me at my house asking me to come and stay over for the
night. I agreed to it without hesitation.
"Hey, Paul," Denise said when she opened the door. She held my niece who was acting
fussy. "I'm just gonna put this one to bed, come on in."
I did so as Denise walked down the hall to the baby's room. I watched her walk away in
her skintight leggings. They were so tight that you could see her panty line.
I moved into the living room and soon my sister joined me there.
"Okay, Paul. Lie down, big sis wants to relax on your face," She said, sternly.
"Erm...okay."
I laid myself down on floor and she immediately sat down on my face. My nose pressed
firmly against the material of her tight leggings. The smell of her bottom order was
strong, sweaty and somewhat like shit.
"Oh man, what a day it's been. The baby just would not calm down today, I was chasing
her all over the house but finally I get to have some time to myself and my favorite
chair," she said, laughing slightly.
I said nothing.
After several minutes of silence, Denise laughed again, "Inhale this, Paul."
She released a real loud fart that went up my nose. I started inhaling it deeply. I could
actually feel myself being turned on by her fart, even after the scent had mostly
diminished. She remained on my face for several minutes.
There was a knock at the door. Denise got up, off my face, and went to answer the door. I
lifted my head so I could see who it was. I caught a glimpse of my sister's neighbor, Liz. I
had met her a few times before. She was about 24 years old with an average build. She
wasn't all that attractive but she was into the gothic look with the all black clothing and
the stripped pantyhose, all that jazz. I lifted my hand in a wave to Liz who stood in the
entryway of living room. She waved back just as my sister came up to me and pushed my
head back down to the carpet. Denise returned to her sitting position on my face as if this
was perfectly normal. I can only imagine the look of amazement on Liz's face at what she
saw.
"Denise! You're sitting on your brother's face!" She said, in a panicked tone.
Denise just laughed, "I know, his face is so comfy, I couldn't resist."
"Is he alright down there?" Liz asked, confused.
I lifted my arm and hand, giving a thumbs up but Denise immediately pushed my arm
back to the floor.
"He's fine, he loves this," Denise said, enthusiastically. "Would you like a go?" Denise
asked.
"Umm...no, I can't," Liz stammered. "It's naughty."
"Don't be ridiculous. Once you have sat for a while you won't even notice him. Besides,
you're Goth; you should love this domination stuff."
Liz didn't say anything more but I heard her walk into the room and take a seat on the
couch. The television popped-on. Denise made a sound of indifference and continued her
sitting.
About an hour later, Liz said, "You know what, alright, I'll try sitting on his face."
Denise immediately got up off my face and I got my first good look at Liz. She wore a
very short black tutu skirt with red and black twicker stripe punk tights and a Guns N'
Roses t-shirt. Liz quickly stood over me and then lowered her skirt over my face and sat
with her tights and kickers on my face. Liz was very light at first, no doubt concerned
about my safety and possibly a little weirded out what she was doing but, after a while,
she relaxed as the two smoked cigarettes and drank coffee. After only a few minutes, Liz
started to get off my face.
"What are you doing?" Denise asked.
"Oh well...I need to pass gas, I just thought..."
Denise laughed. "Nonsense, sit back down," she said, motioning Liz back down. "He's a
chair and he likes farts anyways; do it on his face."
Liz laughed with a sense of shock but she wasted no time in sitting back down and even
pressing her butt further down on my face. She almost immediately released a silent fart
which I greedily inhaled.
"Oh my god," Liz said, with amazement, "I can feel him smelling my farts."
"Oh yes, he loves my farts as well."
The two laughed a bit. Underneath Liz, the only thing I could think about was how great
it would be if this could continue on a regular basis. Luckily for me, it would.

I decided to drop by Denise's house one night but as soon as I got on the porch, the front
door opened, before I could knock, and I was greeted with Liz and Denise in very formal
attire
"Oh...," I said, disappointingly, "you guys are going out, sorry."
I turned to walk away but my sister grabbed me.
"You're here now, little bro, you're not getting off that easy," Denise said, smiling. "The
babysitters need a seat."
I was lead back in the house where I was introduced to two girls who must have been
around my age, my a little younger but not by much. They stood there, giggling, in their
school uniforms when they saw me.
"This," Denis said, pointing out the girls, "is Allison and this is Laura. Girls this is Paul."
The girls meekly waved to me and I waved back.
"Alright, well I'll see you all soon. Come on Liz, let's get going."
The two left and the girls and I were left there, alone. We stood there awkwardly for a
few seconds.
"Okay, now what?" I asked.
"Well, why don't you lie down," Laura said, in a stern tone.
I did as I was told, slightly nervous about doing this with these girls around my age.
Laura did not seem to share my hesitation as I saw her grey skirt pass by me and then get
draped over my face, sealing me into darkness. Then Alison sat on my chest, causing me
to cough a bit as it was unexpected but I relaxed after a few seconds.
"Wow, Denis and Liz were right, this seat is very comfortable," Laura said, giggling.
After a little time had passed, Laura suddenly let out a really loud fart on my face. She
laughed loudly.
"Smell that, seat slave!" She ordered.
I deeply inhaled her fart that smelled of rotten eggs.
After a few minutes, I felt Allison leave her position on my chest and heard her walk out
of the room. After more time, Laura finally got off my face and Allison had returned
wearing not her school uniform but a pink leotard and tight, stripped leggings. She must
have been exercising or something.
"Alright, slave, now Allison wishes to rest on your face," Laura said, as Allison stood
over me.
Allison's ass came down and landed on my face already smelling terrible but I breathed in
her odor anyway, not that I had a real choice in the matter. About five minutes later,
Allison released a fart that nearly blew me away. The smell was so terrible that I started
to thrash around but Laura came to my side and held my head straight into Allison's bum,
making sure I could not turn away. The two laughed uproariously at my predicament and
all I could think about was how a girl, let alone a human, could produce such a horrible
stench. My torment continued for a while until Denise and Liz returned. Denise paid the
girls and sent them home. I remained in my place on the floor.
"Get on the couch," Denise ordered of me.
I did as I was told and Denise took her place on my face and Liz sat on my stomach.
"Oh, Paul, before I forget, I talked to some friends and you're being rented out as a seat
cum fart slave."
I said nothing. It became more than apparent to me by now that my life had taken a
dramatic turn. It was not my life to control anymore, it was my sister's.